Trafika Europe 1 - Northern Idyll

yew And the message of the yew tree is blackness ‒ blackness and silence. Sylvia Plath

shade and a conversation of crows and blackbirds funeral clothes and the hush of a sleeping baby

mouldering bones slow exhalation of atomised souls shadows of time long generations past in murmurs

furrowing bark shudder of an arrow dusk and the passing of badgers

frozen nights creaking with ice dark winter days to hold onto life

deep green and quiet so many trees

so many messages

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